So Hazel always says when it rains, not the kinda wet I want to be, love this woman. So here in our lovely state where we live it's been raining most of the last 2 weeks, put a damper on bike riding, outdoor projects, bbq's,ect. So as I write this my view of rain is I don't want anymore for quite some time. Last night I go down stairs to get the laundry, always like to have things done before Hazel gets home so we can visit for awhile. Go to get the clothes out of the dryer and see water on the floor, where did that come from, look around thinking the washer is leaking, nope, turn around and see my footprints in the carpet by the stairs. Oh shit, start walking through the basement, squish, squish, squish, well fuck not what I wanted at 11:30 pm. Let me explain, almost 20 years ago this happened, constant rain over several days without a break causes the water to come over the top of the foundation and flood the basement. So I get out my trusted Bissell carpet cleaner and proceed to start sucking up water, anybody that owns one knows the tank only holds about a gallon of water then you dump it and start again. Well I finished at 4 am with still slightly damp carpets, need to get a box fan or 2 to help dry up the rest. Hazel is a trooper, got home and moved all her yarn thankfully none of it got wet, moved some boxes so I could clean. We didn't get to see much of each other last night or this morning but I can whole heartedly agree with her only way I want to be wet is her getting me wet. Oh and my trusted Bissell, my friend through all of this is now RIP. It was 20 years old and worked it's ass off to save my ass. Here's praying for bright beautiful sunshine today. Love to all Lion.💖🦁
4 years ago. May 29, 2020 at 11:39 AM